*This is my first submission, please be gentle. Any advice would be appreciated.
On our very first date, I knew Regina was going to be fun.
We attended the same high school back in the day. I joined the army after school, and she had gone out into the world, bouncing around to a few states, eventually ending up back in our home state of Montana. I had just returned home from the war in Afghanistan, and was hitting up old friends, going to the old hang out spots, looking for any sort of fun I could find. Within hours of me changing my Facebook info from "Lives in Afghanistan" to "lives in Montana", she had sent me a message.
In high school, she had been short, flat chested, and skinny. One look at her pictures told me that had changed. She was still short, but had filled out very nicely. Her A cups had turned into Ds, and her once flat ass was now delightfully full. Half Latina and half German, she was gorgeous by anyone's definition, with light skin, but dark brown hair and eyes. I messaged back right away and we decided I would pick her up after she got off work, and we would go to local Irish pub in town.
As I waited for her outside of her work, I wondered how closely she resembled her Facebook pics. Lighting, angles, and time could change people, and we were in our late twenties now. I was not disappointed when she walked out the door. She was wearing a professional looking white silk blouse, but I could tell that she had popped open an extra button for my benefit. Her bra was doing magical things, both to her cleavage, and my groin.
I got out of my truck and gave her a hug. We had been little more than acquaintances in high school, so it was a brief but friendly one. I followed her around to the passenger side, half to open her door for her, and half to check her out further. Her black skirt was tight, and it clearly showed faint panty lines near the top of her ass, signifying that she was wearing a thong. There was definitely a lot of side to side motion as she walked; she knew exactly what she was doing.
We played pool at the pub. She was good, and seemed to get better the more alcohol she consumed. While we played, we caught up on what we had both been doing after high school. She had heard I was in the military. In a small town like ours, nobody's business stayed private long. Her boyfriend of six years had recently cheated on her, so she had gotten a small apartment, and was ready to head out into the world alone.
After several rounds, and a pretty even score, she decided she wanted to make things a little more interesting. "How about we bet on this round?" she said, with an evil grin on her face.
"I'm already paying for all the drinks, and you're trying to get more money out of me?" I quipped back, playing along.
"Who said anything about money?" she replied as she leaned down low to rack the balls. Her breasts almost spilled out of her shirt, but she knew exactly where to stop to get the full effect without giving the bar a free show. "I want to see how physically fit you are, soldier boy. If I win, you get up on this table and do fifty pushups."
"I'm not sure the bartender would appreciate me getting up on the pool table."
"Fine, we'll go outside."
Intrigued, I asked, "and what if I win?"
"Well, pick an exercise for me to do."
"Fair enough. You break."
She sank two balls on the break, both stripes, so I was instantly behind. Luckily the alcohol finally seemed to be taking effect, and she missed several easy shots, giving me the opportunity to pull ahead, and ultimately win. She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me outside the pub into the parking lot. "Well, what do you want me to do? Jumping jacks?" she asked. As much as I loved the idea of watching her bounce up and down, I had a better plan.
"I've heard dancing is one of the most demanding exercises there is."
Her face went from playful, to shocked, to positively wicked. "Okay, but I only know one kind of dance..." she trailed off and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the back of my pickup. "Lap dance." She lowered my tailgate and shove me down onto it. We could still hear the music blaring from inside the pub, and she began swaying to the music in front of me. It was dark, and I didn't park near one of the large light poles, but anyone who walked close enough could see exactly what was going on. I couldn't believe she was going to give me a lap dance in the parking lot, with cars passing and people walking by at the end of the row, but I certainly wasn't going to be the one to stop her. She faced me and put one leg between mine up against my crotch, and sat down on my knee. I could feel the heat from groin as her skirt rode way up her legs. I'm certain anyone looking from behind probably got an eyeful of the bottom of her ass. I wasn't concerned about missing it however, because as she gyrated on my leg, her hands were busy on her chest, grabbing herself and squeezing and kneading. She slowly undid one more button, then another, and now I could clearly see down past her lacy bra, almost to her belly button.
Regina quickly pivoted on her right leg, swinging her left to the other side of me and turning around. My suspicions were confirmed; the bottom half of her ass was on display, and she was definitely wearing a g-string. As I admired her ass, she reached up behind and unclasped her bra through her shirt. As she did, a car pulled into a parking spot in the next row over, and the headlights illuminated her as if she was center stage in a strip club. She stopped dancing so as not to draw attention to herself, but she continued trying to get her bra off under her shirt. Unfortunately her blouse was not the stretchy variety, so after several seconds of struggle, she gave up. The headlights turned off and a man and a woman got out of the car, still oblivious to the lap dance happening the next row over. The couple began walking towards the pub, away from us. The man locked the vehicle, and the lights flashed quickly, giving Regina a scare. When it went dark again, she decided she would not deterred by a shirt, and quickly undid the rest of the buttons and pulled her arms out, letting the blouse fall to my lap.
She let the bra fall to the ground in front of her. With her back to me, I could see her breasts swell to the sides, glad to be free of there lacy cage. Regina reached behind her to put her hands back in the shirt, thrusting her breasts out freely. As she did, the headlights of the car flashed again. The man popped back into view, returning to the car for something. This time he saw us, and froze in his tracks. Regina froze too, as her hands were both partially into the sleeves of the blouse, unable to cover herself up.
"My hands are stuck, cover me!!" she squealed. I quickly obliged, and my hands came up onto her breasts. She wrestled with the shirt a bit longer, but was finally able to get it over her shoulders, and moved my hands as the blouse covered her. The man still stood dumbfounded, unable to move. Finally he spoke.
"Is everything alright over there?" he asked, and started walking towards us. Regina pulled the blouse closed as he approached.
"We're fine," she replied, "I'm just paying off a bet. Sorry for flashing you, don't tell your girlfriend!"
"Girlfriend? Oh, that was my sister. She's having a bachelorette party, and I'm her Man of Honor."
That familiar evil grin crossed Regina's face. "You mean you don't get to go to the bachelor party? That's not fair. I feel bad for you. Why don't you come over here for a bit? Maybe I can make up for it a little." He didn't hesitate to come over and stand directly in front of us, close enough to be out of the aisle. Regina began dancing again, and moved her hands from her blouse. It was still unbuttoned, and if fell loosely between her breasts, held closed only by her nipples catching on the inner seam. She reached her hands back behind my neck, and arched her back, resting her head on my chest and jutting her tits straight up into the air. Her nipples lost the fight with gravity, and the blouse fell open, full exposing her to man. I could now see over her and see what he was seeing, and it was glorious. Her breasts were incredibly firm for natural, large breasts, especially for her age. Her areolas were the size of a half dollar and rounded perfectly, and her nipples fit them perfectly. She winked slyly at me and then looked directly at him. "What do you think? Is this better than some lame bachelorette party?"